beauty~

death is not far
but as near as me.

this wild beauty of
untamed animals,
the sea, i absorb but
will not jump, not
into the boiling waters,
my skin scraped, my
flesh torn open, my
bones cracked on
stones-

i stay still.
seeing beauty close,
so close to death.
beauty so close to
me and inside.

wildness to break
structure and form
for reshaping, all cosmic
rhythm, essence of
elements and me:

only love can tame us,
free us to live.

beauty remains wild,
like fire and water
it will open prisons,
destroy what is in the way:

love will open gardens
for beauty to run free.